Текст песни ГРИША ЗАРЕЧНЫЙ - Шоферская История

Steppe, and steppe around, no noise motor
To the freezing steppes of deaf driver

He tucked up with fuel tanks
If he knew that tucked
But the tanker with insolent and drunken snout
Taking money, never said a word
He drove and drove his car the night
A sudden frost took, crushed
And choked filters white paraffin
And the engine trouble scoring

Cried nozzles summer solarium
Oh would kerosinchiku sensitive
In front sat a pair of plunger
Who would stop so help
But the road is empty, even though you burst
And follow not visible from the wheels
Moaned, cried the swan song
The train did not really pump

Blew cabin, fingers numb
Khan and battery
Pauls drove at night in the midst of a snowstorm
And he imagined spring
That has become a little warmer
And probably need a rest impression
Crawl two meters before snowdrift
Crawl two meters and sleep

You can put an end, all would have been bad
But another carrier, as he
After praying to the god of the driver's night
After passing this area
And by some miracle he had seen
As has been feeling the storm
He fell doomed his brother, the driver
In snowy cold bed

It was early morning, and early frost
And KAMAZ drove to the gas station
And tanker crawled, wiping tears
And like dog shit whining
And then I choked summer solarium
Two glass and without words
And not too many and not too few
For the health of our drivers